From ruin's hush we glean new breath,
Scattered ash yields living death.
In battered hearts, a spark is sown,
From cinder's womb, our dawn is grown.
Rise again from darkness cast,
Hope's bright flame shall ever last.
Though storms rage and towers fall,
In rebirth's cry, we heed the call.
Steel may twist, and walls may cave,
Yet from the dust, our souls we save.
We forge anew in blazing grace,
Defying night, we take our place.
O scorn the death that haunts our name,
Our echo's roar outlives the flame.
Rise again from darkness cast,
Hope's bright flame shall ever last.
Though storms rage and towers fall,
In rebirth's cry, we heed the call.
So from the ash we claim our throne,
And greet the dawn as ours alone.